I massaged him to sleep: his softness beneath my hands.
They have written words of hate on my lover's body;
for they are illiterate in the ways of love.
Their ignorance is his pain.
I massaged him to sleep: his softness beneath my hands.
They have written words of hate on my lover's body;
for they are illiterate in the ways of love.
Their ignorance is his pain.
I massaged him to sleep: his softness beneath my hands.
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